Character Name: Charlotte Kraemer
Gender: Female
Race: White, German descent
Age: 28

Physical description: Thick, wavy, raven black hair halfway down her back often worn pulled back; green eyes that change shade with her mood; 5’6”, curvy; has a thin long scar on her left forearm.

Strengths: intelligent, survivor, strong (mentally and physically, for a female), fiercely loyal, a chameleon (adapts to her surroundings), attractive
Weaknesses: stubborn to a fault, doesn’t always follow through, tends to run away from or ignore her problems, not very experienced with horses, yet Gear & Weapons: Charlotte travels with one bag of clothes and another bag of books and assorted sundries and a few mementos such as photos, jewelry, etc. She also has a Derringer with ammo and a 6” stiletto knife she keeps in her boot. She has taken to carrying the Derringer in her garter in recent months.

Type of Character: Lady with a tomboy streak and a past…

Assets: Average. She has brought her savings—$3,000—and plans to deposit it in the bank of the town she decides to adopt as her home. She also carries some family jewelry which she intends to hold onto as mementos.

Background:
Charlotte Kraemer was born in St. Louis, MO, in 1842. Her mother was a schoolteacher before she married Charlotte’s father, who owned a local tavern. Charlotte, or Charlie, has two older brothers who treated her more like a brother than a little sister growing up. They taught her to climb trees, swim, fish, hunt, even fight. She was (and is) a tomboy at heart, but knows when to act like a lady when she has to. She is curious, some say too curious for a lady.

Her mother encouraged her education and Charlotte became a schoolteacher when she was 18. Being rather pretty, Charlotte held the attention of several eligible bachelors. Remaining close with her older brother, Charlotte was intrigued by his studies at medical school. He urged her to apply and she finally got accepted to the New York Infirmary and College for Women.

She left New York City unexpectedly, stopping in St. Louis only long enough to tell her family she was headed West to find a new life. No one, not even Charlie, knew exactly where or what that was.

Short scenario:
Charlotte refolded the tattered letter she had read so many times and placed it in her handbag. The rail car was slowing down and she knew they must be pulling in to the next station—Two Springs. The name sounded clean and fresh, just what she was looking for. She pulled the ribbon out of her long raven hair, ran her fingers through it, and retied the ribbon, pulling her hair out of her face. The train passed the cattle pens and slowed to a stop at the station. She gazed out the dusty window into the late morning bustle of the small town. Folks began to climb off the train. Charlotte discreetly checked that her garter was secure and stood up. She pulled her two bags from the floor and began to make her way off the train.

The cool spring breeze lifted her spirits as she walked toward the main street to find a place to eat, rest, get her bearings, and maybe even stay a spell.